The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Mara walked. The road was long. The sky was grey. She carried a stone. It was small. It was warm. She did not know why. She only knew it had to go. The village of Ockham was quiet. The walls were high. The gates were locked. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old fear. Mara paused at the threshold. Her heart hammered. A drum beat in her chest. It was a steady rhythm. It matched the wind....

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